Weekend

Victoria Ponte
4 min readSep 6, 2017

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It wasn’t until we were putting our seatbelts on for the long drive home from my romantic, idyllic log cabin at the lake that I realized what had happened over the last 48 hours.

In my new, midlife romance I had discovered a sexual chemistry so powerful and surprising that after only being together at the cabin for a mere 48 hours, I had made love a number of times which would have been the equivalent to a year’s worth of sex in my now extinguished, long standing marriage. I hadn’t seen the slow, desiccation of my sex life over the years until I had the chance to experience new, true passion. It was then that I realized that regular love making with my husband had slowly dwindled to just a low spark.

Arriving at the cabin on a warm Friday night, slightly drunk from our stop at a restaurant on the way, my new lover and I took a few puffs of pot smoke from my pipe. This enveloped us in a warm cloud of togetherness. Having been seeing each other since my marriage had dissolved a few months ago, it was an easy transition to getting naked together in the cozy master suite. When we climbed onto the king size bed, we huddled in the hazy cloud we had entered earlier. This odd cloud seemed very real around the two of us which created a powerful level of intimacy. Our bodies flowed together until his head was in that sweet spot between my legs. He used his expert skills to bring me to a thrilling climax. We fell…

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Victoria Ponte

Writing to share wonder, gratitude and a sense of humor. Poetry, life lessons, survivor. Buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/victoriaponte